Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Is Parallax

suger in the and sand in the vasoline,
buck 65 and foreign
just in case and for emergencies, i keep double copies, pairs
of plastic explosive if i need for signal flairs. goshdarnit,
i'm the intesifying image of last hope incarnate,
five percent
and ninety-five of me is hardwork and i rarely fail.
though i'm very pale, i wear a suit of armor and,
in the summer time i my bike and get a farmer's tan.
forty-one to and i'm ok for hours,
backstage at the showcase, i want of flowers,
a large of frieds and i'm sort of surprised
because the thing happened in the lord of the flies
when piggy his glasses and got crushed by a boulder.
thanks and no, and even i'm touched, i am older,
47,516. all i a flexed wrist,
stupid djs would their right arm to be ambidextrous.
the path of thought is mathematical.
i substract distractions in to inhibitions,
now c'mon everybody, your heels and do the dorothy.
don't go for trees through the forestry,
calmy and gladly tell your mommy and daddy
that their little baby is part of an experiment.
i never meant to scare anyone, i've been honest, i've nice,
but i feel i'm skating on thin ice, and my skates need sharpening,
i got hardwood floors, but i cover them up with some shag carpeting.
i've pulled whole lotsa dollars out of lotsa pockets,
but life is still just a big old of cherries,
and luck berries to on, and any kind of fruit juice.
i used to always either have a bleeding or loose tooth.
that was in the seventies, i'll ya ladies and gentlemen,
that after bein' in the nineties, the eighties' adrenalin.
these be the that the world says to censor,
and it will snap your back like an old-fashioned pez-dispenser.
so try to stay on top of it, in fact, opposites attract,
the best thing be to open windows for security.
as we slip into obscurity, and more comfortable,
try to bear in that memory is parallax.